FIC: Predicament (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways
Sep. 19th, 2006 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salixbabylonTitle: Predicament
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 22. Blindfold
Word Count: 550
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Eric gets disoriented. Ewan is just plain naughty. This madebitofaspaz giggle. Hee.
Predicament
Eric tries to think back and work out just how he got into this predicament.
It had seemed like an ordinary, harmless conversation about acting. Somehow that scene from Serpent's Kiss with the herbs and the guessing and the blindfold had come up. And then...
He can distinctly remember Ewan saying that sex without the sense of sight would be exactly the same as sex with the lights out. (How a conversation about acting had turned into a conversation about sex was not confusing Eric at all – that sort of thing happened all the time when Ewan was involved.) Eric had tried to be logical and replied something about light filtering through curtains. Yes, he'd probably mentioned something vaguely technical-sounding about natural ambient illumination. (Whenever Eric gets technical about anything, Ewan gets a touch sensitive, because he doesn't take motors apart and put them back together even better the way Eric does and somehow Ewan thinks that makes him look inferior. Which is ridiculous, of course. It only makes him inferior at being a mechanic.)
Ewan's tetchiness led to a challenge of some sort. It must have. That's the only way, Eric thinks, that he could possibly have ended up like this – blindfolded, upside-down with his head hanging off the side of the bed (he thinks) and his arse up in the air with Ewan's cock in it.
Ewan was right about the blindfolded sex thing. For Ewan being blindfolded makes no difference at all. Ewan is performing with all his usual grace and style.
For Eric, it is so disorienting he wonder if there's something wrong with him. As soon as that blindfold was securely in place he got confused. That might be because Ewan keeps moving around, changing positions and repositioning Eric to suit his whims.
Not that Eric minds being moved around to suit Ewan's whims. Not at all. But he lost track of which way is up a long time ago. Maybe this is what sex in space is like, he thinks. But no. There is gravity. His head is definitely hanging off the side of the bed. And if he reaches to the side for the headboard, he might even be able to figure out which side of the bed it's hanging off.
Why bother? Ewan's fucking him and that feels good enough to negate the need for sight or spatial orientation.
But why hasn't Ewan been affected by the loss of vision? His blindfold's just as snug as Eric's. He shouldn't be able to see anything, yet his balance is perfect. His sense of direction is unerring. And his aim... fuck, his aim is perfect.
"God, yeah," Eric groans.
Ewan squeezes Eric's arse. "Don't have to see to enjoy it," Ewan croons.
Eric stretches one arm out to see where the end of the bed is.
Ewan leans over him, changing the angle, making sparks appear against the pitch black of Eric's eyelids. Ewan pulls Eric's arm back to...
How the hell had Ewan known he moved his arm?
"What the...?" Eric yanks his arm away and rips off the blindfold.
The first thing he sees is Ewan's blindfold. On the carpet.
"You sneaky little... aaaaaaahhhhhhh."
Ewan drives into him relentlessly and Eric suddenly doesn't care that Ewan has been cheating. Probably all along.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 22. Blindfold
Word Count: 550
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Eric gets disoriented. Ewan is just plain naughty. This made
bitofaspaz giggle. Hee.Eric tries to think back and work out just how he got into this predicament.
It had seemed like an ordinary, harmless conversation about acting. Somehow that scene from Serpent's Kiss with the herbs and the guessing and the blindfold had come up. And then...
He can distinctly remember Ewan saying that sex without the sense of sight would be exactly the same as sex with the lights out. (How a conversation about acting had turned into a conversation about sex was not confusing Eric at all – that sort of thing happened all the time when Ewan was involved.) Eric had tried to be logical and replied something about light filtering through curtains. Yes, he'd probably mentioned something vaguely technical-sounding about natural ambient illumination. (Whenever Eric gets technical about anything, Ewan gets a touch sensitive, because he doesn't take motors apart and put them back together even better the way Eric does and somehow Ewan thinks that makes him look inferior. Which is ridiculous, of course. It only makes him inferior at being a mechanic.)
Ewan's tetchiness led to a challenge of some sort. It must have. That's the only way, Eric thinks, that he could possibly have ended up like this – blindfolded, upside-down with his head hanging off the side of the bed (he thinks) and his arse up in the air with Ewan's cock in it.
Ewan was right about the blindfolded sex thing. For Ewan being blindfolded makes no difference at all. Ewan is performing with all his usual grace and style.
For Eric, it is so disorienting he wonder if there's something wrong with him. As soon as that blindfold was securely in place he got confused. That might be because Ewan keeps moving around, changing positions and repositioning Eric to suit his whims.
Not that Eric minds being moved around to suit Ewan's whims. Not at all. But he lost track of which way is up a long time ago. Maybe this is what sex in space is like, he thinks. But no. There is gravity. His head is definitely hanging off the side of the bed. And if he reaches to the side for the headboard, he might even be able to figure out which side of the bed it's hanging off.
Why bother? Ewan's fucking him and that feels good enough to negate the need for sight or spatial orientation.
But why hasn't Ewan been affected by the loss of vision? His blindfold's just as snug as Eric's. He shouldn't be able to see anything, yet his balance is perfect. His sense of direction is unerring. And his aim... fuck, his aim is perfect.
"God, yeah," Eric groans.
Ewan squeezes Eric's arse. "Don't have to see to enjoy it," Ewan croons.
Eric stretches one arm out to see where the end of the bed is.
Ewan leans over him, changing the angle, making sparks appear against the pitch black of Eric's eyelids. Ewan pulls Eric's arm back to...
How the hell had Ewan known he moved his arm?
"What the...?" Eric yanks his arm away and rips off the blindfold.
The first thing he sees is Ewan's blindfold. On the carpet.
"You sneaky little... aaaaaaahhhhhhh."
Ewan drives into him relentlessly and Eric suddenly doesn't care that Ewan has been cheating. Probably all along.
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Date: 2006-09-20 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-20 03:34 am (UTC)*burns*
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Date: 2006-09-20 05:39 pm (UTC)And that (among other things) is why this is such fun - they can be naughty and cheat and it's okay with me, 'cause it's okay with Eric. Or Ewan, depending. *grin*